two posts in one week. holy crap.

I might actually be getting my grove back. It's been a long couple of years. 

As you know, the roomie and I do chair exercises with Milly on Mondays at 11. Pat will not do them without me. It's thru the AARP. They offer a lot of other classes, but frankly I'm not interested in slogging thru them looking for ones that I might want to do.

I've know Michelle Stanton (above) for about 10 years. I met her in the walking community. She's a writer, editor, and walking coach. I've done some of her trainings and workshops. (Look up blog posts from 2012-2015). And I'm friends with her on Facebook. One day I was idly scrolling and there was a post from "my walking coach". I really have seen many since the pandemic. She was hosting walking workshops thru AARP in April and May. There's 8 in all. I signed up. That means I am forced to exercise three times a week. Milly Monday, walking Tuesday, and yoga/old lady exercise on Wednesday. Maybe I'll get my groove back.

Today was the first one. It was held at Trexler Park. We met in the Springhouse Road parking lot and signed in. The poor volunteer with the tablet in the sun was struggling. Thankfully, I did my wavier online. (Thanks Milly!)

We started at the pond using the fencing for balance with a series of stretches. The group quickly spread out. When that happened she'd blow the whistle and the front would loop back to the back group, turn around and move forward again. We did some 30 second intervals. At the split to Harry Trexler we split into two groups. I did not do the hill. 

When we returned to the pond, we stretched again and headed home.

The next one is Tuesday at the Promade Mall. Wanna come?

Miles/Steps:    not quite 2 miles.
Weather:         high 60s, cloudy, blustery.
Wildlife:           woodpecker drumming. And about 8 "gucks". Even though the internet is filled with articles about how this is impossible, I've seen the result. Geese with green heads. Mallards with long necks. Other articles say that mallards aren't fussy who they mate with, but it's usually another duck. Gucks exist and today one was wearing a hat.